When he went into the kitchen for a beer, I'd pop up and stand between him and the refrigerator and, being sure to keep my voice casual (in case my mo...her could hear), I'd ask, "What do you want daddy? Can I get it for you?" I'm sure you think I'm evil. And, maybe I am. But, I saw the way he looked at me and, in that moment, I was just a woman to him. A pair of tits and a sweet, wet pussy - living right under his roof. And, I saw he wanted me. And I wanted him. It's as simple as that. I didn't. I touched her pussy over the panty felt the wetness and the hair over it. That panty aroma was a killer. I started kissing her pussy over the panties and slowly, pulled it out while biting on her side thigh. Her hands were pushing me down. She raised her ass up so that I could remove her panty easily.I lifted her legs, took my hands under her ass so that I can raise her a bit more and started kissing over the panty in between her legs. I started sucking her juice over the panty. She was almost. My ability to perform sexually was, curiously enough, actually increasing, but only when I imagined myself in the situations in the stories while I was making love to my partner. Even then, the fantasies had to be more exotic to keep me aroused. Something was still missing.I remember the painful embarrassment the first time I bought a bra in a department store. My intense curiosity eventually forced me to ignore the stares and odd looks and to buy a piece of lingerie for myself, just like in. Con, once he knew the details of my adventures as a beggar, had provided me with some excellent disguise elements, even rigging me up a spray booth in the staging area that darkened my skin to that Mediterranean cast that everyone on Meadow seemed to favor. It darkened my brown hair slightly as well, which made it a closer match to the dark brown hair that was the predominate coloring all over Meadow. Not that I didn't occasionally see blond, redhead and black heads of hair. I'd even seen.